Are you going to say "hi" to me?

What a waste of sympathy

I´m stuck in my stupid misery

A self-centered son of a bitch...



You know, I used to wake up in a good mood most everyday

Now it shifts from grey to grey

I´m an arm short, but that´s ok

My head seems to be the problem



You can´t bring me down; I´m already there

There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care

I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude

I was raised on broken food...



Is there anything I can do for you?

Ease your conscience for a minute or two? 

You can try ´til your face turns blue

With this self-centered son of a bitch



You can´t bring me down; I´m already there

There´s nothing you can say; I no longer care

I´m sorry, but you can´t harm me with that attitude

I´ve been raised on broken food



Are you going to say "hi" to me?

You know I´d really like that

What I say and what I think might not be the same, you see...

I would really, really like that